Si Nanyan was about to stimulate the Sword of the Spiritual Treasure again.
"SPLASH!"
The next instant, she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, her complexion turning deathly pale in a blink. It felt as if her heart had been viciously torn apart. Blood continued to overflow from her mouth, staining the ground beneath her crimson. At this moment, Si Nanyan finally realized that she had reached her limit.
It's over... Despair plummeted Si Nanyan's heart to the abyss. As her vision blurred, her body swayed a few times before she could no longer support herself and collapsed on the ground. She was drained of all strength.
"Hmph." The Stealing Daytime and Changing Daytime Demon Sovereign let out a cold snort but also felt a sense of relief. He was almost at his end as well.
"Wang... Shou...zhen... you... bastard!"
At this moment closest to death, Si Nanyan, with a face full of frustration, mustered her last bit of strength and whispered softly.
